The next day, it was time to go to the Marwell Islands.
Lucas Knight got up very early and carried his still-asleep little wife onto the plane.
Midway through the flight, Eva Nightingale awoke to find herself nestled in the man's firm embrace, with her small face buried in his chest.
"Awake?"
"Mm… Lucas, where are we going?"
He still looked like he hadn't fully woken up, and she seemed particularly clingy upon just waking, actively embracing him and nuzzling against his chest before correcting herself:
"Hubby… Mm, are you really taking me to the Marwell Islands?"
"I am." He looked down at her, surprised that she dared to doubt him.
This was a carefully planned honeymoon trip, and during this time, he hoped they were genuinely honeymooning. For the year ahead, he hoped she'd truly consider him her man.
It seemed this little woman was indeed obedient; she strictly adhered to the terms of the contract, calling him "husband" so warmly he felt his heart melt.
